Thanks Alfred
Should I go change? Bruce ran his hand through his hair.

No, I dont
think thats necessary quite yet sirObserve, Alfred nodded
toward the large screen. A picture of a blurry Catwoman filled the
screen, then it went into focus, then out of focus, until it settled
to a blurry medium.

Batman, Im
sending a request for your help. Bruces mouth dropped to the
floor. The women sighed, putting her hand on her forehead
momentarily obscuring her eyes, I-I know this will seem odd to
you, but I believe youre the only person you can help me As
Im sure youve noticed my calculating has been a little well
off lately and You purposely let me get away that one time So
as your favorite villain, I want us to team up and The voice
broke off for a while and it became obvious that someone was
tampering with the sound trying to hide something, but even with the
manipulation, it was obvious that Catwoman was coughing. You have
to help me find something The only thing that can help me I
dont know why youd want to help me. But really, have I ever
done anything so terrible? I havent blown up the city, and Ive
been returning most of the things that Ive stolen over the years.
I steal more for the thrill than the materials So If you want
to help me Meet me(More coughing)Meet me under the bat
towerI mean bell tower.Thats all No I mean at midnight

he Bat hung from the wall…his head groggy, filled with cobwebs. He attempted to fight through the nausea to do a self assessment. He felt the pain in his shoulders. He was being hung against a wall by his wrists. The familiar weight of his cape and belt were gone.

He tried to look up, confirming his suspicion that he was bound, but the light in the damp room was dim, preventing him from seeing that his gauntlets were gone and his bare wrists were being held by wire. He ordered his legs to kick forward, to try to free himself, but his muscles would not obey him.

His head rolled forward and he noticed, on a table, his yellow utility belt and the dark folds of his cloak. His two most important tools were just out of reach. A wave of panic washes over him. Few things can make the Dark Knight panic; losing his secret is first and foremost. For the first time, he feels relief. The cowl is still in place. The integrity of the Bat, his most important weapon, remains.